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Battery fricking low. I placed my head on the wheel, glancing at the blank screen. 'What do I do now? I need to get home early because of Aurora, and besides, this road isn't even safe at night ' Not with all the horrible tales of illegal activities I've heard going on here at night. Raising my head, I grabbed a spanner from under the chair, unlocked the door, and got out of my car. I opened the bonnet, my eyes tracing the car's engine.

Cole's POV Is it New Year's Eve yet? Why do I hear those raging and thundering fireworks from above? Or maybe, those fireworks didn't come from the sky... but from inside my heart. My heart... it was beating four times than the normal beatings. I'm starting to palpitate a little bit. I

I sit at the foot of my bed, brushing my knuckles with the pad of my thumb as my hand clenches onto the fingers of my other hand nervously. My leg jumps, the heel of my foot tapping against the carpet floor beneath me. My heart hasn’t quite caught up with the stillness of this moment, its rapid beats a testament to the fear and uncertainty that clings to my like a second skin.

My ear was pressed against his heart and I could hear it beating erratically, like he was running several miles in a minute. I didn’t know what to make of that, so I just stayed put until I drifted off to sleep.

Running has become my habit. It grounds me, reminds me of monsters chasing me. My thoughts are erratic mess and so is my breathing when I step out the car. My unstable steps stumble me forward many times if it isn’t for the kind guard who stabilises me. I stand in front of our porch, catching my breath, steadying myself and press a shaky hand to my heart. Stop beating so loudly. Please, I can’t handle it. It’s too much. It’s confusing how my heart’s palpitations grow even stronger and out of beat as if it wants to escape through my chest and fall on the ground waiting for someone to step on it and crush it, so that it’d stop beating.

The whimpering sound echoed in Darcy’s head, and he woke with a start. He flashed his eyes open and sat up, his palm against his chest, feeling the continuous thumping of his beating heart. Thump! Thump! Thump! Oh, God! It was painful.

But he was still drunk out of his wits. “My heart is beating backward.” He intoned causing me to freeze. Don’t tell me he was having some cardiac problem right in my hold. Sky would fry my balls before forcing them down my throat. “How do you know it’s beating backward?” He raised his tired hand and pointed up, “Normally, it beats like ‘gooop booop’ okay?” I nodded so damn rapidly I thought my head was going to fall off,

Hands? They were wiggling in an odd trembling rhythm, discouraging him to control their movement. His heart was weakly palpitating in the core of his ears, making it hard for him to make out the many sounds that surrounded him. A spark of terror that was openly married to excitement clouded his mind, with a cunning intent to force his head to think of nothing else but a "sin" he committed last night.

I was so afraid that Hogan might also notice the pounding inside my chest which tuned down all sounds around the place. It was all I could hear. Bam! Ba bam! Bam! Ba bam! Every pound felt like my whole body was in great tremor as if I was standing on a giant loudspeaker. And this continued for long minutes. ‘Darn. I could not fall asleep at all,’ I cursed, wide awake. My eyes, which were wide open, stared blankly at the space. My heartbeat does not have any sign of fading. If this goes on, I think I have to forget sleeping at all.

Heart racing. A single thought burning through his mind without reason. Something has just gone terribly wrong.